I hate the way you don't tell me your feelings
I hate when I feel like you don't care
I hate that even though you're near, you're not there
I hate that you make me feel so many different emotions

I want to punch you in the jaw
I want to kiss you on the lips
I want to kick you in the shins
I want to hug you close to me

I love to hear you walking down he hallway
I love when you tell me your fears and dreams
I love when you look at me in the eye
I love that you make me feel so many emotions

I need to be able to call you mine
I need to have you around always
I need you in all ways thought
I need you to want me back the same

I love you
No, wait
I hate you

i'm not at all a morning person, but,
could i be your morning person?
i could get up at seven on sundays and make your coffee.
and be up at 2am on wednesdays to hold you while you sleep.  
and,
at 4am,
when you feel like your worlds getting too small for all your thoughts,
i'll wake up,
and stay up,
so you can let your imagination over flow into mine just to stop it from spilling out onto the floor.
i'm not a morning person; not at all,
but, could i be your morning person?

i dont wear bras

          my **** will look great when im old

i gave up on makeup

          unless its a special occasion or my friends are convincing

my fingernails and toenails are clean

              nail polish prevents your nails from breathing

ive outgrown my asthma

       my lungs rise and fall

          so deeply, so freely

since i was 15

   there has always been a boy in my life

          i intend to cross that off the list too

I want you to see
How important you are to me.
You are my soul, you are my heart,
You cheer me up when I fall apart.
The warmth of your smile carries me through,
The calm and wild of the deep ocean blue.
I am an enigma that's hard to define,
Not at the surface but rather inside.
Courageous you are to take on the person I am,
Normal I am not yet you lend me a hand.
When the depth of my mind starts to pull me away,
You remind me everything is going to be okay.
I am an enigma that's deceiving to most,
Though you look at me and somehow know.
The man over seas broke me to pieces,
And yet the love you have for me never ceases.

Atlas wept for the world above
And for the burden that he bears.
A weight waylaid by mortal love,
A weight made heavy by despair.

Shoulders burning on aether shores
Orchestral spheres fall into view.
Conducted celestial tears,
Run glacial currents of blue...

And Red.

Always Red,

This knight of that crimson hue
Forgot the purpose of his charge,
Cast off all the burdens that he knew.

Sadly,

That includes me and you.

I am enough.
I am enough.
I am enough.
I am enough.
I am enough.
With or without you,
**I am enough.

you stopped talking so I stopped trying.
it's a miserable existence to feel the pain of slowly dying.
and now we're trading indirect curses hoping the other will notice first and give in and say hi.
but instead we sit alone and suffer in silence.
just pretend that you're fine.
hide behind those fake smiles and blank stares.
the feelings will fade until you remember you care and you miss her.